Millie lay in the dark, unable to sleep. She had been tossing and turning for half an hour. Though she occupied a room which was just down the hall from that of her handsome young husband, she had never felt so lonely and forlorn. To make matters worse, she was tense with physical frustration. She kept seeing images of Pete's rigid prick. She kept feeling his hands upon her, and feeling Cal's hands, also. She recalled the thrust of Cal's excited organ as it had strained against her belly when he had embraced her.
The distraught eighteen-year-old blamed herself for entertaining such thoughts, but she could no more turn them off than she could stop the moon from shining or hush the breeze that whispered across the prairie.
What would Danny think of me if he knew I had let his brothers touch and kiss me? she asked herself. And if he knew I was thinking about their bodies?
The speculation brought more guilt. Millie loved her husband – now more than ever, as she sympathized with his discomfort, lying in a lonely bed with his leg in a cast. But she needed him in a tangible way, and she couldn't have him – not for a month or more. Millie didn't know how she would be able to stand it, or how she would be able to hold off Pete and Cal for that length of time. Still, she would have to do so somehow, she vowed. She would have to be true to Danny.
She stared at the moonlight flooding in through her open window. The entire room was bathed in a soft glow. Every once in awhile a steer would bawl from out on the prairie. From somewhere farther away, a coyote bayed at the moon.
I'm not going to sleep at all tonight, Millie thought with alarm. This is awful!
Her right hand slid under the single sheet that covered her and stole down her body to her tense and smoldering loins. Through the gossamer nylon of her honeymoon nightie, she touched her hairy mound.
No! she thought, jerking her hand away. That's nasty!
Millie heard a click. Her eyes popped wide open, and her startled gaze swung to the door. It was opening.
Fear clutched Millie's throat. She sat up, the sheet falling to her waist. She was about to scream.
Then it occurred to her that she probably hadn't closed the door carefully enough and that the breeze was opening it. She threw back the sheet, intending to climb out of bed and push the door shut.
No! Someone was there! Millie held her breath and didn't move.
"Don't yell," Pete said as he entered the room. Wearing a terrycloth robe, he quietly closed the door behind him.
"What are you doing here?" Millie demanded in a harsh whisper. Her heart was thudding, her throat tight.
Pete approached the bed and took off his robe. He was naked. His long cock curved forward from his heavy balls. Millie stared at the shocking exposure.
"Get… out of here!" she demanded, finding it difficult to speak. Her heart seemed to be trying to leap from her chest.
"Take it easy," Pete warned as he sat on the edge of her bed. "If you make a fuss, I'll show Danny those pants I took off you the other night. He'll figure you was leading me on, 'specially since you never told him what happened."
"I think you're awful!" Millie exclaimed. She clutched the sheet around her firm, quivering breasts.
"We'll see," Pete said laconically. He swung his legs onto the bed and clapped a hand over Millie's mouth as he lay back, drawing her down beside him.
She whimpered and writhed, pushing at the offensive intruder. But she couldn't dislodge his hold. When she felt his prick thrusting urgently against her, Millie's muscles turned to jelly. She moaned.
Pete lifted his hand and quickly slid his lips onto hers, filling her mouth with his thick, hot tongue. She gurgled as his saliva dribbled past her lips. His hand slid along the back of her thigh, pushing up her nightgown. He clutched a plump, satiny cheek of her bottom.
The aroused man twisted slightly to permit his straining prick to snap upward, and he sandwiched it between their bellies. His tongue stroked and circled in Millie's mouth.
Her brain turned numb. She retained enough strength of purpose to continue trying to push Pete away, but her efforts were foolishly ineffectual. Millie felt as if she were being sucked into some terrible whirlpool which was going to drag her down to destruction.
Pete pressed her onto her back and peeled her nightgown up to her armpits. As he continued to grind his hot mouth against her, he covered her breasts with his big hands and squeezed. Thrills coursed through Millie, and her nipples firmed against Pete's palms. Moisture broke from the glands of her pussy.
Pete finally released her mouth, and she gasped for breath. Now that she was able to scream, she didn't want to. Her cries would bring Gus and Cal rushing in; then Danny would find out. And if Pete were to show him the panties he'd snatched from her, Millie knew she couldn't look her husband honestly in the eye and say she hadn't responded.
These realizations flashed in Millie's mind within a span of less than a second, while Pete rolled her breasts and dragged his penis against her as he slid down her body, preparing to suck her tits.
She dreaded what was going to happen, but felt powerless to stop it. She knew, deep inside, that she didn't want it to stop. As sinful as this was, she wanted Pete to take her.
His hot, demanding mouth on the bristling crests of her titties sent the frustration-plagued girl into an orbit of sensual delight. Pete's rough hands, mauling her pliant tits as he sucked them, added to her excitement. She was glad he was treating her so crudely. She felt she didn't deserve tenderness, and she wanted none from him.
He moved farther down her body, letting her breasts bobble free. He licked and sucked at her navel. Millie bit her lip to stifle the shriek of mingled outrage and passion welling up in her. What was happening was wicked, and she hated it, but it was wonderful too!
Not since her wedding night had the young woman been torn by such conflicting emotions. Then the conflict had been between love and fear. Now that Danny had put her fear out of the way, her only restraints were her love for him and a sexual morality which fear had never given her much opportunity to exercise. These were overcome by her newly awakened sexual needs, which Danny was no longer able to service.
Forgive me, darling – oh, please forgive me! she silently implored her bedridden husband as his brother lifted one of her lovely legs and slid his tongue along the inner side of it, gliding up… up… up, dangerously near the warmly throbbing organ between her thighs.
Danny had never kissed so close to her pussy. As Pete nibbled at the smooth flesh of her inner thigh, licking and sucking, Millie gasped. His hand touched the hairy lips of her snatch, pressing the lush softness. He caressed up and down between her legs, wiggling her responsive cunt.
Millie tingled. She wanted to roll her hips against Pete's stroking hand. She felt the honey dribbling warmly and thickly through the folds of her vulva. She wished Pete would spread her legs wide apart.
No! she thought. This is horrible! I don't want him. I don't!
Millie twisted her neck and stared at Pete in the dim light as he planted moist, gliding kisses on her belly and thighs. He continued to stroke her hair-lined split, making her yearn for deeper contact.
She inwardly bolstered herself against what she chose to believe was inevitable, telling herself that she wasn't going to enjoy it, even as her flesh exulted under Pete's kisses and his caressing touch.
He leaned back and stared at her pussy. The outer lips, adorned by golden curls, hid the succulent folds within. He bent, lifting her leg over his head. With her thighs spread well apart, Pete pressed his thumbs against the portals of her cunt.
Millie's wet, pink pussy was unfurled before his avid eyes. The smooth coral flesh gleamed with the passionate glaze spread over it.
The aroused girl quaked as her cunt was kissed by the cool air and by Pete's hot eyes at the same time. She couldn't help feeling humiliated, because no man, even Danny, had looked at her this way before. But the thrills which powered through her had reached an almost orgasmic pitch.
Oh God, do something! her need screamed at Pete, while her puritanical morality continued to protest feebly, No… no… no!
The slim, dark-haired cowboy bent his head. Millie held her breath.
She thought, He isn't actually going to…
"Oooooh!" she exhaled delightedly as Pete's eagerly sucking mouth smacked into the wet, warm, slippery chasm of her cunt.
Millie heard him slurping and she felt his mad tongue flip and glide along her honeyed folds, stropping the tip of her clitoris. She thrilled as never before, even though what Pete was doing seemed filthy and perverted.
He lifted her smooth, supple legs onto his shoulders and burrowed deeper into her juicy, muck-scented twat. Since he was no longer holding her labia apart, the slick, elastic folds clutched at his sucking lips and poking, fluttering tongue. He breathed in the clean, hot, female fragrance of her crotch. His blood pounded. His prick throbbed as it was sandwiched upward between his squirming belly and the bed.
"Oh, my!" Millie exclaimed between gasps as Pete ate her ravenously. "No… no… oh, I can't stand it!"
She squirmed, twisting her flaming, wet pussy against Pete's mouth as she tossed her head from side to side. Her blonde hair whipped across the pale sheet. Her tits leaped and trembled.
Suddenly an orgasmic vibration shook her, and Millie felt a release of tension. But as Pete kept sucking and licking at her convulsing cunt, his lascivious tongue wiggling in the pudding of wet, warm flesh, her release was cut short. Tension began to build anew.
"Oh… unnh… no… oh, darling!" Millie babbled, not thinking of what she was saying or whom she was saying it to, feeling only the wondrous thrills which were both good and bad, both desirable and shocking.
Pete's tongue and lips skidded out of her vulva. He caught a mouthful of outer lip, hair and all, sucking at the gloriously meaty morsel.
Mad with passion now, he rolled Millie onto her belly and buried his face in the pillowed softness of her quivering, writhing ass. He kissed and slurped at her anus, and as his tongue stroked wetly up and down between her buttocks the springy mounds vibrated against his cheeks.
Millie moaned against her pillow and clutched the mattress, her fingertips digging in. She had never before known such thrills. After climaxing once, she was about to come again.
But Pete stopped kissing her ass before she could reach the second pinnacle. He rolled her onto her back once more and sprawled atop her, smearing his wet mouth across her bobbling breasts, snaking his tongue around her throbbing nipples, pulling the pink projections into his mouth.
Millie's hands caught in his long black hair and tousled it anxiously, finding it straighter and coarser than Danny's.
Danny! she thought. Oh God, what am I doing? This is Danny's brother. It's so wrong!
She jerked her hands away from Pete's bobbing, twisting head and exclaimed, "No! Stop! Please stop it!"
Pete's lengthy, rigid cock was whacking against her thighs and belly as he squirmed voluptuously, sucking her titties. Millie knew he would pay no attention to her plea.
Pete's lustful, thin-lipped face loomed above her, and Millie held her breath, anticipating his thrust. She wasn't concerned about her ability to absorb him without pain. Her pussy had never felt so wet and open. It was practically begging for his prick.
The massive head pushed against her slit, forcing the lips inward as it penetrated the tight portal. Then, inch by cunt-stretching inch, Pete's rod sank into her, slippery crevice.
The rigid, thick invasion caused the young bride's eyes to widen. Pete's penis had looked larger than Danny's; now she knew it truly was. The thing was huge! But there was no pain – only a very voluptuous sense of fullness. Every nerve end in her vagina became delightfully titillated as the great shaft pressed deeper and deeper into her belly.
Pete's eyes were hard and his lips cruelly quirked as he gazed down at the impaled young woman. At last he had what he wanted, and it felt even better than he had expected.
"How's that feel, huh?" he rasped softly. "You don't feel like fighting now, do you?"
"It's… it's awful!" she said, panting.
Pete gave a tense little laugh. He could tell by her eyes and the way she was breathing hard that she liked the feel of his dick. She wasn't moving a muscle, except within her cunt where the elastic encircling membranes were making spastic little contractions.
He twisted more deeply into her, then withdrew a little, releasing Millie's outer labia and allowing her hairs – which had been pulled in with his thrust – to escape. He pushed once more, drawing another cry from Millie as he forged deeper yet.
How much more of him is there? she wondered wildly. She kept her eyes open wide. Her pink lips were parted in excitement.
Drinking in the sight of her passionate countenance, Pete twisted his cock to the side, forcing her tightness to yield further. He withdrew until the hard ridge of his glans was at the orifice of her channel, then jammed it into her for a third time, straight and hard.
"Ooooh… God!" Millie moaned and bit her lip. That thrust had hurt a little; Pete was forging deeper than Danny had ever gone. His thick cock crowding her internal organs, forcing them up.
Still she feared she didn't have all of him. She hadn't yet felt his testicles against her anus.
Pete pulled and thrust again… again… again, grinding and pushing. Tears clouded Millie's wide blue eyes. She kept biting her lip. As he gave a final deepening twist to his bone-hard, penetrating tool, Millie felt his coarse, contracted scrotum tickling her asshole.
He was all the way into her at last. Millie had never imagined that a girl could be so stuffed by a man.
"Now fuck with me!" Pete grated as he continued to lean on straight arms and gaze down at her shocked and thrilled countenance.
"Yes… yes," Millie gasped, beyond the point of offering a pretense, however much she had wanted to do so.
Pete withdrew his long, hard, slippery pecker until she felt the fat head throbbing in the tight circle of her cuntal lips. Then he jammed the wicked instrument all the way in once more.
"Umph!" Millie exclaimed.
He withdrew and jammed it into her again.
"Wow!"
Again.
"Man!"
Again.
"Unnh!"
"Fuck me, damn it!" Pete rasped.
"Yes… yes… oh, baby!"
Millie began to move against his quickening thrusts, finding it easy to fall in with the copulative rhythm. Her buttocks bobbed against the mattress. Her thighs rubbed silkily against Pete's pumping flanks. Her soft little belly patted against his corded stomach as his extensive rod stroked deeply into her again and again.
Millie stared up at the man whose cock was in her and marveled over the fact that he wasn't Danny. Now that her channel had deepened and widened to accommodate the size of his extra-long, thick tool, he felt almost like Danny. If she were to close her eyes…
She did so, and found it possible to imagine it was Danny who was fucking her.
Yes… oh, yes! she thought, screwing up her face and giving herself over completely to the passion that filled her.
She tossed her hips at Pete with unrestrained ardor, encompassing his entire shaft on every plunge. His bulbous cockhead jammed against the neck of her uterus as her wet cuntlips nibbled at the base of his stalk. His big balls socked solidly into the dimple of her anus. With every gliding, jarring stroke, Millie's excitement grew.
She began to babble: "Danny darling… baby… oh screw me, screw me! That's so good! Oh, lover!"
"I ain't Danny!" came a guttural response. "I'm Pete! Call me Pete!"
Millie refused to hear. "Danny… Danny… fuck me, Danny! Oh, fuck me!"
The young bride's hips began moving out of control – slamming rapidly upward as her cunt gulped hungrily at Pete's long, stiff cock. She bowed her back, lifting her head and shoulders, clinging to his neck. At last all her pent-up tension was coming out. She was letting it all go.
Pete fucked her fiercely, driving his hot cock with slippery speed into her rippling pussy. Millie writhed, screwing upward, panting and moaning as she twisted her hips around the blissfully impaling prick.
The thrusting stopped and Pete's deeply embedded pecker jerked, the head ballooning in the pit of Millie's vagina. Each burst of his hot semen, splashing into the mouth of her womb, gave Millie an added shuddering response. Her orgasm grew until finally the bed all but disintegrated beneath her, and she felt as if she were floating on a cloud, utterly free of all earthly bonds.
She felt Pete relax against her with a groan of deep satisfaction, but even this didn't bring her back to reality. It wasn't until a minute or so later, when the lanky cowboy withdrew his softened penis and rolled off of her, that Millie opened her eyes and thought about where she was and what she had done.
Sitting beside her, Pete grasped her chin and made her look at him. "You ain't gonna tell nobody about this, understand? You liked it as much as I did, and you're going to keep quiet."
She merely stared at him as the awful significance of what had happened permeated her mind.
Pete got off the bed, picked up his robe, and wrapped it around him.
He stood in the dimness, staring down at the well-fucked young woman. "Just keep quiet. Remember that, or it'll go bad for you as well as me." He permitted himself a slight smile. "You're a damned good piece of ass. I'll be coming to see you again."
After Pete had left the room, Millie lay unmoving in the silent darkness, her nightgown still rumpled around her neck, her vagina soggy with Pete's sperm.
It couldn't have happened! she argued mentally.
But she knew all too well that it had. Though her mind was in turmoil, her body was perfectly relaxed. All tension had melted away.
Shutting her eyes and fighting against the guilt that overwhelmed her, Millie pushed down her nightie and pulled the bedsheet up to her neck. She forced herself not to think. In less than a minute, she fell asleep.